Psalms Chapit 142
New American Standard Bible
1 Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry aloud with my voice to the LORD; I make supplication with my voice to the LORD.
2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare my trouble before Him.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, You knew my path. In the way where I walk They have hidden a trap for me.
4 Look to the right and see; For there is no one who regards me; There is no escape for me; No one cares for my soul.
5 I cried out to You, O LORD; I said, 'You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.
6 'Give heed to my cry, For I am brought very low; Deliver me from my persecutors, For they are too strong for me.
7 'Bring my soul out of prison, So that I may give thanks to Your name; The righteous will surround me, For You will deal bountifully with me.'
Vèsè Jou a
"Pawòl ou a tankou yon lanp k ap klere chemen m, yon limyè k ap klere devan m."
— Sòm 119:105
Wè vèsè konplè →Sove vèsè ou yo, rantre nan kongregasyon ou a
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